"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"

I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .

like old discarded snake skin, dry and coarse after the bite... immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.

Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.

Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…

Neither you nor I is old enough, of course, to remember that America’s most popular athlete once was a horse.

This mother, she buys a one way ticket whenever she visits her three daughters who have wandered far from the eyes of her pearlescent knitting needles and tutti-frutti yarns.

“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …

In the state that the stars fell on, Love and I stumbled upon bits of God where he forgot sky and moon, too.

Words are looking ever so strange today like a hole in space a wind in a cloud a face superimposed over a mountain

There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.

Your father, his father, and his before that, your mother, her mother, and all the way back have kept a tradition by chance or by will to each have a baby (or several) until…

—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.

London, England. 1999.

Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…